napalmsticks
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I've been wanting to be more active and involved in the community lately, so I figured sharing some of my experiences would be a good way to start. This is a little bit of some of the tickling that happened between myself and a girlfriend that I had a few years ago.
So around my 22nd birthday I was invited over to a friend's house to play Dungeons and Dragons. It was a bit unusual, since our old group had kind of fallen apart, but I figured if my buddy Matt had found enough players it might be worth a shot. I show, and among the new people he has playing is a friend of his wife named Hillary(fake name). She's a redhead, on the skinny side but still with the right curves in the right places, and covered in freckles. I will admit that I was a bit smitten from the moment I laid eyes on her. Anyway, we game for a few hours, but then a couple people have to head home so the rest of us decide to break into the liqour cabinet.
After a while, Matt and his wife decide to head to bed and leave me alone with Hillary, with full permission for both of us to spend the night. After a meaningful conversation about The Legend of Zelda Ocarina of Time, we end up making out on the hood of Matt's car. One thing leads to another and we end up sleeping together. Not long after we start dating.
The beginning of the important part happens one night about 3 weeks into the relationship. We had just finished having sex, and were just kind of fooling around in the bed talking and what not. She gets up to get a cigarette, and after she lights it she suddenly says "What the fuck?" I ask her what's wrong, and her reply alone was hilarious.
"You're completely naked except you still have socks on..." is what she says to me. I usually slept with socks on because the place I was staying at back then had a tendency to be really cold. When the clothes started coming off in the heat of the moment, I hadn't even thought about taking them off. Even though it seemed silly, the stubborn ass in me had to respong along the lines of why does it even matter?
"Take them off. You look ridiculous." Oh hell no. Even if she was right, and she was, I couldn't possibly admit to my own ridiculousness and concede to her. So I refused. And there was some good natured bickering about it, and she struck. I couldn't see exactly what she was doing in the dark, so imagine my surprise when all of a sudden one of my socks is ripped off my foot and the foot in question is introduced to 5 nails raking up and down the sole.
Being a tickler, I'll admit that I have a pretty low tolerance when it comes to being on the recieving end. I'll also concede that my feet are probably my most ticklish spots. So in about thirty seconds I'm thrashing, begging, and promising her anything in the world if she'll stop. I think she was surprised by my reaction, because she stopped fairly quickly. This turned out to be a mistake on her part.
After that, I removed the other sock, and we laid in bed naked just talking for a while. Eventually the conversation turned back to that, and she started making fun of me for being ticklish.
"Oh, so you're not?" I asked. And her response sent jolts of electricity through me.
"I'm ticklish everywhere. I'm honestly surprised you haven't tickled me by accident yet." There's a beat or two of silence, and if the lights hadn't been off she probably would have run for the door if she saw the predatory grin that I felt spread across my face.
I'd been avoiding tickling her because the relationship was still new and I didn't want to overstep my bounds or make her uncomfortable. Once I heard that admission, however, I threw caution out the window. In short, I tickle-destroyed her.
Without even saying anything else to her, my hands shot straight for her ribs. I was rewarded with a rather loud "FUCK!" followed by a stream of insults, begging, promises, and uncontrollable laughter that was very similar to my own earlier in the evening. I, however, am not so merciful. In the middle of the tickle/wrestling match to hold her down and get her back, I managed to tangle her helplessly up in the sheets and in her confusion sat on her thighs while she was face down. I grabbed both of her feet, pulled them up from behind me, and locked an arm over each ankle. I then of course crossed my forearms in front of me and proceeded to tickle both of her feet.
"Oh shit, oh fuck, oh god, please noooooo!" was what I was treated to before she absolutely lost it. After a few minutes I let up, and we ended up laying in bed the rest of the night talking and sneaking in tickles until we finally fell asleep.
Man, that ended up longer and more rambling than I'd thought. I ended up dating her for a whole hot minute, and actually had several tickling experiences with her. Maybe I'll get around to posting some more of them.
So around my 22nd birthday I was invited over to a friend's house to play Dungeons and Dragons. It was a bit unusual, since our old group had kind of fallen apart, but I figured if my buddy Matt had found enough players it might be worth a shot. I show, and among the new people he has playing is a friend of his wife named Hillary(fake name). She's a redhead, on the skinny side but still with the right curves in the right places, and covered in freckles. I will admit that I was a bit smitten from the moment I laid eyes on her. Anyway, we game for a few hours, but then a couple people have to head home so the rest of us decide to break into the liqour cabinet.
After a while, Matt and his wife decide to head to bed and leave me alone with Hillary, with full permission for both of us to spend the night. After a meaningful conversation about The Legend of Zelda Ocarina of Time, we end up making out on the hood of Matt's car. One thing leads to another and we end up sleeping together. Not long after we start dating.
The beginning of the important part happens one night about 3 weeks into the relationship. We had just finished having sex, and were just kind of fooling around in the bed talking and what not. She gets up to get a cigarette, and after she lights it she suddenly says "What the fuck?" I ask her what's wrong, and her reply alone was hilarious.
"You're completely naked except you still have socks on..." is what she says to me. I usually slept with socks on because the place I was staying at back then had a tendency to be really cold. When the clothes started coming off in the heat of the moment, I hadn't even thought about taking them off. Even though it seemed silly, the stubborn ass in me had to respong along the lines of why does it even matter?
"Take them off. You look ridiculous." Oh hell no. Even if she was right, and she was, I couldn't possibly admit to my own ridiculousness and concede to her. So I refused. And there was some good natured bickering about it, and she struck. I couldn't see exactly what she was doing in the dark, so imagine my surprise when all of a sudden one of my socks is ripped off my foot and the foot in question is introduced to 5 nails raking up and down the sole.
Being a tickler, I'll admit that I have a pretty low tolerance when it comes to being on the recieving end. I'll also concede that my feet are probably my most ticklish spots. So in about thirty seconds I'm thrashing, begging, and promising her anything in the world if she'll stop. I think she was surprised by my reaction, because she stopped fairly quickly. This turned out to be a mistake on her part.
After that, I removed the other sock, and we laid in bed naked just talking for a while. Eventually the conversation turned back to that, and she started making fun of me for being ticklish.
"Oh, so you're not?" I asked. And her response sent jolts of electricity through me.
"I'm ticklish everywhere. I'm honestly surprised you haven't tickled me by accident yet." There's a beat or two of silence, and if the lights hadn't been off she probably would have run for the door if she saw the predatory grin that I felt spread across my face.
I'd been avoiding tickling her because the relationship was still new and I didn't want to overstep my bounds or make her uncomfortable. Once I heard that admission, however, I threw caution out the window. In short, I tickle-destroyed her.
Without even saying anything else to her, my hands shot straight for her ribs. I was rewarded with a rather loud "FUCK!" followed by a stream of insults, begging, promises, and uncontrollable laughter that was very similar to my own earlier in the evening. I, however, am not so merciful. In the middle of the tickle/wrestling match to hold her down and get her back, I managed to tangle her helplessly up in the sheets and in her confusion sat on her thighs while she was face down. I grabbed both of her feet, pulled them up from behind me, and locked an arm over each ankle. I then of course crossed my forearms in front of me and proceeded to tickle both of her feet.
"Oh shit, oh fuck, oh god, please noooooo!" was what I was treated to before she absolutely lost it. After a few minutes I let up, and we ended up laying in bed the rest of the night talking and sneaking in tickles until we finally fell asleep.
Man, that ended up longer and more rambling than I'd thought. I ended up dating her for a whole hot minute, and actually had several tickling experiences with her. Maybe I'll get around to posting some more of them.
